I'm My Own Anchor {Teen Wolf}

1. Moving

Disclaimer I do not own Teen Wolf or any of the characters from the show, just my own characters and story line.
But if I did own Teen Wolf I would give Stiles a shirtless scene.
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The sound of my alarm clock blaring woke me up from my sweet dream. I flutter my eyes open before turning my alarm off. I was contemplating on either going back to sleep for another ten minutes or actually start my day. Before I could even make up my mind my door flung open to my dad with a jug of cold water and ice. He stops at the doorway staring at me. I stare back.
"I thought you were asleep", he mumbled.
I just stare at the jug wondering what he was going to do. I look back up to his face.
" I'm just going to go",he says backing out of my room.
I was about to open my mouth until my dad interrupted me.
"Don't tell your mom please," he pleads.
I giggle. I watch him as I slowly begin to open my mouth.

"MOM!" I shriek. I see my dad jump out of his skin before running downstairs muttering curse words under his breath. I hop out of my bed and into my warm uggs. I walk over to my mirror putting my auburn hair into a messy bun.

I hear my dad getting yelled at and I chuckle mischievously. I run downstairs skipping every second step. I get greeted by Prada our old family dog. As I give her a belly rub I smell a delicious scent. I follow the trail and I end up in the kitchen. I see my mom flipping pancakes and my dad attempting to cook an omelette. I give them both a kiss on the cheek before sitting down at the table. I pull out my phone and open instagram. I begin to like photos while I wait for my food. I look beside me when I hear a chair pull out. I look to see my dad with a failed omelette.
I smile to myself, I have such a quirky little family. I see my dad holding an envelope. I lean over to him to see what was inside. He catches my eye and at that he shoves  the envelope into his jeans pocket not caring about crippling the letter inside.

My mom walks over to my dad before taking his disappointment of an omelette and replacing it with her famous Martin pancakes. He gives her a short sweet smile before taking a fork and knife in hand.

My parents were unusually quiet. Whenever I would ask them questions or tell them a story they would shrug it give a light hum in agreement.

I decided that I had enough. I rise from my seat before snatching my parents plates. They both say small protests at my action. I briskly walk over to the bin, my parents eyes glaring at me as I do so. I press down on the lid, making the bin open. I watch as my dad's eyes widen, before turning into a nasty glare.
"You wouldn't". Is all he could muster, still keeping he menacing glare. I return the gesture. "I would".

My mom just stares at me her mouth making the shape of an 'O' as if all English has left her. I begin to lower the plates.

"Why are you both being so quiet", I ask still lowering the plates. My parents look to one another as if their eyes could say what needed to be said before turning their stare back to me.

"I- we didn't want to talk about this over breakfast". My mother slowly said. I stop lowering the plates and instead look and my mother confused.
She averts her eyes from mine to her plate. I look over to my dad to see a guilty, as if scared look in his eyes.

"We're moving", my dad blurts out. I stare at him shocked. Why are we moving? Don't they know I have friends here? I stand there for a second, replaying his words in my head, before deciding to speak.

"Where are we moving to and why?" I ask eyeing both of them. My mom was the one to speak up.

"We're moving because it's gotten too expensive to stay here in Queens". I didn't know my parents were finding Queens difficult, but that only answers one of my questions.

"And where are we moving to?"

My parents both hung their heads. My dad looks up looking deep into my eyes.
"Beacon Hills".

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Hi! I'm the author of this book. I love teen wolf and really wanted to write a book about their lives after Beacon Hills. I know I didn't do a Sterek story or a Stalia story. I did Stydia because it's my favourite ship and that's what I want to do. If you don't want to read the story because it isn't another ship fine by me but the story isn't even about them it's about their daughter so there won't even be any real romantic scenes with them. Anyway I hope you enjoyed the first part of my first book and if I spell things differently like 'color' and 'gray' it's because I'm Irish so it would be 'colour' and 'grey' so get used to it! Well thanks for reading! xxxx